It Is What It Is, What Is It
Another years gone and yes we can
Has become another lost dream
No one stand up for patriout act to apply
To americans
We had momentum and lost steam
Were are new leaders
Ours are outdated and holding
Us back
Were is the love accepted
But not fact
Why is their black americans
Seeking reperations for crimes against africans
If that ever works I'm sue the british
For deformation of character
Why are the children silenced
Scared because they sit home
And listen to violence in every song
Show and game
Here the truth we all plaYing same game
And we all bluffing the same deal
Aces with eights
No matter what its a dead mans hand
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